Teleportation Signal Tower Completed

Because of the elevation of the northern snowfields, once a high-power transmission tower was built, it could even cover the Kingdom of Krun across the strait.

At least for teleportation on land, it would no longer be a problem. He would not accidentally teleport himself into the sea, nor would he need to painstakingly study the coordinates of the vertical axis.

Mel's arrival naturally drew the attention of the natives here. However, since Mel had not entered the village, they did not take the initiative to question him.

Still, his actions eventually caught the barbarians' attention.

"Chief, should we go see what that imperial is doing?"

"Building a tall tower on our land without even asking our permission."

The two barbarians set down their logging axes, drank wine, and watched Mel cast magic.

"We can go ask, but don't start a conflict. He may be a Grand Mage, and that area isn't within the village boundaries." The barbarian chief looked in Mel's direction as well before slowly rising to his feet. "I'll go take a look myself."

Perhaps because of their environment, the cold of the northern snowfields made them less adept at socializing. Most of the time, they stockpiled supplies for winter in advance and stayed quietly at home.

The snowfield climate was not as warm as the south. It was covered in snow most of the time, leaving barely half a year for work and hunting.

The barbarian chief walked up to Mel step by step. At that moment, Mel had set up a pot and was preparing food.

"Hello. May I ask what you are doing?"

"Making dinner." Mel looked up at the barbarian clad in animal pelts.

They said this race was made up of natural-born warriors, and now it seemed that was true. They were